Hunger

Uneasy sky
The stars burdened
By our wishes
Below
An ordinary seaman
Of little faith
And new found
Liberty
Falls through
The waves of a dream
To the uncharted
Darkness ashore
There
Young men
Whitman would
Have loved
Old companions, too
Veterans of the rain
With more tattoos
Than teeth
And all of us
Fed on irony and dream
Who've rubbed shoulders
With the shadows
Of our fathers
In lieu of loaves
And fishes
Eat Baby Ruth candy bars
On the desolate